Life is a journey, not a destination

From the time we expel our first ear shattering cry a few moments after we are born, until the day we take our last breath, our life is one long and very complicated journey. There is no doubt about it, our destination is already set in stone, as we will all end up in a pine box, six feet beneath the surface of the earth.

Our journey through life will have many twists and turns, as well as a few detours. It will take us to such dizzying heights that are so breathtaking we can only look down and wonder how we will plant our feet back on terra firma.

Then there are the lows in our life travels, the ones that leave us gasping for breath and make us think we are drowning in a world of lies, deceit, hate and misery. We sometimes think we can’t sink any lower, but we are so far from the truth. The lows in our lives go deeper than we can fully understand, or even believe.

In the middle of all of the twists and turns throughout our journey, we come across enough forks in the road to fill an oversized cutlery drawer. These forks offer us the opportunity to take a different path from the one we are traveling. They make us think about what we truly want, need and desire for the next part of life’s journey.

There are no right and wrong directions we take once we hit a fork in life, they are just that. A different direction. A direction that will continue until we are presented with another fork, and another decision to make.

My own journey in life has had twists, turns and a few detours thrown in. It has also included a number of speed humps and some potholes which were deeper than they looked.

The speed humps have certainly rattled my body and given me a decent shakeup. In reality they should have slowed me down and made me proceed with extreme caution. But alas, they jarred my back and sent pain throughout my body. But the slowing down part hasn’t lasted forever.

The most important lesson I learnt from the speed humps was to ensure my suspension should be always be up to scratch. And not let something as small as a hump in my travels stop me from doing what I want in life. Because if i did stop, it would be downhill for the rest of my life’s journey.

As for the potholes I have fallen into, they have done more than buckle a wheel or two, they have sent me into dark places where very little light shone through. And when light managed to circumnavigate the depths of the pothole, it was of very little use.

And with every pothole I hit, I realised how much more time and effort it required to crawl out from. Each one sapping more energy, and seemingly bigger and deeper than the one before.

In the end, it would have been easier to accept the dark depths of the pothole as the last part of the journey and all allow it to be the only presence in my life.

But then, that’s not how I operate and my internal programming is not set to self destruct. I haven’t given up yet and I can’t see that happening during my journey. Each twist, turn, detour, speed hump or pothole gives me another reason to plough through and continue, onwards and upwards.

5 More Minutes

Has there ever been a time in your life when all you wanted was 5 more minutes?

It may be as something as simple as a sleep in on a cold and wet Monday morning, or a cuddle with the love of your life on the couch before heading off to bed. Or at the other end of the spectrum, you may have wanted 5 more minutes with a loved one as they took their last breath and passed away as you held their hand.

It really doesn’t matter why and when you need that extra 5 minutes, But you know for certain it would have made a huge difference. Perhaps not the 5 extra minutes in bed, that is more a luxury than anything else.

But the time you spend with a friend or a loved one can never be taken away, no matter how long or short the time frame is. Its when that time you really want is not there, for one reason or another, and then the realistion sets in that you really do want the 5 more minutes.


When we do have the opportunity to take our time and enjoy the moment, don’t let something simple take that second away. It may not be that easy to get it back, no matter how hard you try.

So in the end, it really doesn’t matter if the time you spend with family and friends is days, hours, or even minutes. Make the most of every single second, and never take one of those seconds for granted.

What do we really want?


When we are youngsters, we somehow seem to know exactly what we want. We know what possessions we want, what friends we want and what pets we want in our homes and our lives

We are so focused we also know what job we want when we grow up. Young boys will want to be a police officer, a fireman, an astronaut or possibly a doctor. As for the young girls, I can only guess they dream of being a teacher, a nurse or perhaps a scientist.

But as we grow older and supposedly wiser after attending school and possibly college, we are out with all the other grownups and may not think that the degree we completed is the career path we want to head down.

In the end, we eventually settle down into a job that does more than pay the bills. It gets us out of the house on a daily basis and makes us productive, no matter what we end up doing.

So, in reality we should be happy. But are we? Having a job and getting paid is a very good thing. Going to work is also a fantastic place to socialise. We make workmates who sometimes become more than that.

Many people head out for drinks and dinner with work colleagues on a Friday night. And then there are the ones who go that one step further and date, and sometimes marry someone they work with.

But in the end, are we truly happy with what we have achieved in our lives?

No one can take away our achievements, so we are the only ones who think we have never done enough. We put ourselves down and think we could have gone that one step better. In sports, work and life.

So this is where we need to give ourselves a pat on the back. We have not only survived, but we have achieved more than what we really know.

Don’t stop believing in yourself, because once you do, the downwards spiral is not far away.

Is honesty the best policy?

From a very young age, I have always been told to be honest and tell the truth. Honesty is the best policy I was told. Time and time again. And it has been something that has been ingrained into my mind.

So as I have grown older and supposedly wiser, I sometimes have doubts about the entire truth is the best policy motto. I’m not saying we should always lie, but at times a small white lie may be the best way to ensure everyone is happy and no major wars begin.

So when people ask how I’m.feeling, it’s easier to smile and say that everything’s just fine. Sometimes going into detail would only bring the mood down, and if there is no real benefit in others feeling bad about things that can’t be easily changed. Why tell the truth


And there are so many thing in life that can’t be changed, so we just put up with them. Don’t we?

So after a while we begin to lie to ourselves, until we believe the very same white lies we tell the ones around us. And in the end, the lies becomes part of our very being. Melding into our lives and eventually, we are unable to distinguish the truth among the lies.

Even after all is said and done, deep down I know that honesty still is the best policy. But it may come at a price.

It takes guts – to leave the ruts

As time progresses, all of us become very comfortable in the way we do things, the way we live and the situations we end up putting up with for much longer than we really should.

I understand this is human nature and once we are in a comfortable rut, we don’t make a huge effort to change the situation. If any effort at all. Even though we know there is something better and another way to move forward in our lives and not be stuck in the same place just spinning our wheels and not going anywhere.

I have discovered that even the simplest of things in life become second nature to us. But what has really happened is that a rut has set in. It’s something that slowly happens over time and we don’t realize until it’s either pointed out to us or the realisation hits us like a ton of bricks.

It can be as simple as taking the same running route every time you head out for a walk or a run. I have noticed that with my walks and runs. I now take the same route when I head out in my running gear.

Not that the path I take is any easier than others in my area, I know that turning left at the first street would be less hilly for the first few kilometres and then I would get the hills, rather than struggle with hills at the start of the run. I would still be covering the same distance, but I would have some slightly different scenery as I puff and pant my way through the run.

The same applies when I head out on my road bike. I can go anywhere I want and end up in so many wonderful locations and see sights I have never seen before whilst out cycling. The world is truly my oyster. But after checking my Strava account, it really seems that I am a true creature of habit.

I have logged hundreds and hundreds of rides over the years, but a majority of them seem to take a very similar path. There may be a slight detour here and there, but the end destination is the same for more than 95% of my rides. Boring perhaps?

It’s not that I don’t have an adventurous streak in me, I know that’s there and has been proven on many occasions, some occasions more stupid than others, but it’s there, waiting to be set free on a regular basis.

Then there is the daily grind which can easily become a rut as we don’t make an effort for ourselves and for our family and partners. The people who mean the most to us also become a rut. But it doesn’t have to be that way.

Getting out of a rut that has well and truly set in takes effort. Sometimes a lot of effort. It’s not going to happen on its own. We need to make a conscious effort and get off our butts and take the first step to leave the rut behind.

That one first step becomes two steps. Two steps become four. And before we know it, the rut we were in so far behind us we can’t see it anymore.

As simple as it sounds, it will take effort. If the rut that has set in involves more than one person and has just about been set in stone, effort and patience is required. By the truck load.

In the end, we are the only ones who can pull ourselves out of a rut that is holding us back from achieving greatness.

We owe it to ourselves to to keep moving forward and leave the ruts behind.

Can beggars be choosers?


Well, it seems in today’s society they can.

As lunchtime came around, I decided to go out for a wander to strech the legs and clear the head. My stomach was doing more than grumbling and the rest of my team kept telling me to go and get some food.

So it was very shortly after I had left the office and had been wandering the chilly city streets that I spotted him.He was sitting on the cold and wet pavement, back against the wall and begging for money. His thin body covered in an old top that could not be possibly keeping him warm. I am not sure what got to me, but I turned around and walked into the closest food store, which just so happened to be a Subway.

He was sitting on the cold and wet pavement, back against the wall and begging for money. His thin body covered in an old top that could not be possibly keeping him warm. I am not sure what got to me, but I turned around and walked into the closest food store, which just so happened to be a Subway.

Once inside, I ordered a ham and salad six inch roll, paid for it and headed back to the beggar. With the freshly made roll in hand, I knelt down beside him and offered him the food, and waited for a thank you. But the response I received instead shocked me.


‘Nah mate, I’m not that hungry, but can I have some money for a pack of smokes?’

The words ‘Fuck off’ instantly came to mind, but I held back and shook my head as he continued to stare at me and wait for me to hand him change so he could buy a pack of Winnie Blue. Not on my watch I thought.

So with absolute disbelief, I stood up and walked off, still shaking my head at what had just occurred. I was now even more determined to hand the food over to a homeless person who wanted to be fed and would be grateful for the feed.
Well, it did take me another 15 minutes and another knockback to find someone who accepted the food rather than money.

So, is it the way I think, or have we become a society of self centered and choosey people who don’t want to settle for second best, or in this case third best?

I have not lost faith in what I do for others, as far as I know, there are still some people out there who will take what I have to offer with a smile and open arms, but on the odd occasion, I do have my doubts.

Not all tinned tuna is equal

They say blood is thicker than water. But somehow raw fish doesn’t run through the veins of the same family members.

I always thought I had an educated palate and enjoyed a huge variety of foods from all corners of the globe. Well, as long as this food comes in a tin with good quality olive oil and its sole contents are tuna.

Not all tinned tuna is equal.

For a guy who is not a huge fan of seafood, I tend put away so many tins of tuna per week that my mercury level must be at its upper limit and pushing the boundaries of safety. But despite all the articles I have read regarding the possible impacts of mercury poisoning, it doesn’t stop me from scoffing up to 7 tins a week for lunches and mid afternoon snacks.

Tinned tuna makes work lunches a no-brainer. Toss a tin into my bag and find some rabbit food to go with it and lunch is done and dusted. Many people may say this is as boring as bat shit, but they may not be aware of the multitude of flavours this staple of the sea come sealed within.

But over the years, my taste buds have refined. If it’s true, a person’s taste buds change every 7 years. So with that in mind, I can no longer tolerate most brands of tinned tuna, and am very selective on what I purchase. Is there such a thing as a tinned tuna snob?

A number of the no name brands I have tried end up as dinner for my cats, as the contents of the tin resembles mushed up cat food more that it does tuna for human consumption.

It’s also a sad day when one of my kitty cats curls its upper lip and looks up at me in disdain when I place the cheap tuna in her bowl. I guess this just goes to proves my cat has good taste in tuna.

Now one would think that with such a huge appetite for good quality tinned tuna, I would happily indulge in feed of raw tuna. But alas, my gag reflex comes to the fore and does not allow me to swallow the freshly sliced fish.

But, as the saying goes, ‘there are more fish in the sea’. And as long as that fish is tinned tuna, I will continue to be happy.